tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23537733598007396112024-02-07T14:19:35.492-05:00FREED THE REINSKarenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01653264955550391921noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2353773359800739611.post-3432440260031802512010-11-18T12:16:00.001-05:002010-11-18T15:22:08.994-05:00MEI woke up late last night to a celebrity talk show. I won't mention the person's name. There was a mother of an "adopted" child on the show who brought video proof, who admitted freely that she was abusive to her "adoptive" child, who everyone there reviled and could not find any excuse for this horrific abuse.<br />
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Who by the end of the show was going to get the help she called the show for, who walked off that stage, out those doors, back home to a child, who if he ever had any hope did not anymore.<br />
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I don't know about the host, but as for me I wondered how many laws in childrens names do we need, before people see, are we now going to need one dealing with talk shows and celebrities. How many watched this show, including me, who should have picked up the phone and called the police. How many are sworn by the laws they uphold, turned their backs on this child and his need. How can they close their eyes at night without seeing the battered faces of children in their dreams. <br />
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This is for those children, the ones who for a brief moment might have believed if it was shown on t.v. maybe there could still be hope for...<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">ME</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I DON'T</div><div style="text-align: center;"> BELIEVE</div><div style="text-align: center;">IN</div><div style="text-align: center;">FAIRY TALES</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">FOR YOU</div><div style="text-align: center;">SEE</div><div style="text-align: center;">I</div><div style="text-align: center;">LIVE IN</div><div style="text-align: center;">THE REALITY</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">THAT THERE</div><div style="text-align: center;">IS NO</div><div style="text-align: center;">KNIGHT IN SHINING</div><div style="text-align: center;">ARMOUR</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">WHO WILL</div><div style="text-align: center;">RESCUE</div><div style="text-align: center;">ME</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">AS THE</div><div style="text-align: center;">FAIRY TALES</div><div style="text-align: center;">WOULD</div><div style="text-align: center;">HAVE ME</div><div style="text-align: center;">BELIEVE!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">THE ONLY</div><div style="text-align: center;">ONE</div><div style="text-align: center;">I </div><div style="text-align: center;">CAN COUNT</div><div style="text-align: center;">ON</div><div style="text-align: center;">FOR</div><div style="text-align: center;">RESCUE</div><div style="text-align: center;">IS</div><div style="text-align: center;">ME</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I</div><div style="text-align: center;">WATCHED YOUR</div><div style="text-align: center;">SHOW</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">WITH JUST</div><div style="text-align: center;">A GLIMMER</div><div style="text-align: center;">OF HOPE</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">AFRAID </div><div style="text-align: center;">TO </div><div style="text-align: center;">LET GO</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"> AFRAID</div><div style="text-align: center;">TO</div><div style="text-align: center;">BELIEVE</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">ONLY TO</div><div style="text-align: center;">HAVE</div><div style="text-align: center;">THIS LAST</div><div style="text-align: center;">GLIMMER</div><div style="text-align: center;">OF HOPE</div><div style="text-align: center;">CRUSHED</div><div style="text-align: center;">BENEATH YOUR</div><div style="text-align: center;">FEET</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">YOUR SHOW</div><div style="text-align: center;">MAY HAVE BEEN</div><div style="text-align: center;">ABOUT A </div><div style="text-align: center;">DIFFERENT PARENT,</div><div style="text-align: center;">A DIFFERNT</div><div style="text-align: center;">CHILD</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">BUT WHEN</div><div style="text-align: center;">THIS </div><div style="text-align: center;">ABUSER</div><div style="text-align: center;">WALKED OFF</div><div style="text-align: center;">YOUR STAGE</div><div style="text-align: center;">FREE....</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">WHAT YOU</div><div style="text-align: center;">DID</div><div style="text-align: center;">NOT SEE</div><div style="text-align: center;">WAS</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">ME</div>Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01653264955550391921noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2353773359800739611.post-39388382225939179692010-10-11T13:43:00.000-04:002010-10-11T13:43:02.139-04:00JACK'S PLACE<div align="center">DAY AFTER DAY</div><div align="center">THEY WOULD CHAIN</div><div align="center">HIM OUT THEIR</div><div align="center">BACK DOOR</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">I MADE FRIENDS</div><div align="center">WITH HIM THERE</div><div align="center">THIS DOG WHO</div><div align="center">HAD BECAME</div><div align="center">A CHORE</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">TO BUSY TO WALK</div><div align="center">HIM, NO TIME</div><div align="center">FOR HIM ANYMORE</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">UNTIL ONE NIGHT</div><div align="center">HE ESCAPED</div><div align="center">THEM</div><div align="center">AND I HOPE</div><div align="center">HE'S SAFE IN</div><div align="center">HIS NEW FOUND</div><div align="center">FREEDOM</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">BUT</div><div align="center">TODAY AS MY DOG</div><div align="center">AND I WALKED</div><div align="center">BACK INTO OUR</div><div align="center">HOUSE</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">I SAW THE CUTE </div><div align="center">LITTLE PUPPY</div><div align="center">THAT THEY HAD</div><div align="center">TAKEN EVERYWHERE</div><div align="center">SCRATCHING </div><div align="center">AT THE</div><div align="center">DOOR</div><div align="center">BEGGING TO BE</div><div align="center">LET IN</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">AND IT OCCURRED</div><div align="center">TO ME</div><div align="center">THAT THROUGH NO</div><div align="center">FAULT OF HER </div><div align="center">OWN</div><div align="center">SHE TO HAD BECOME</div><div align="center">A CHORE</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">ONE</div><div align="center">THEY WERE TO </div><div align="center">BUSY FOR</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">THAT SHE HAD</div><div align="center">TAKEN</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">JACK'S PLACE</div>Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01653264955550391921noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2353773359800739611.post-68637826911033439612010-10-11T13:23:00.000-04:002010-10-11T13:23:02.198-04:00I AM CONFUSED<div align="center"><br />
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</div><div align="center">IT'S FUNNY</div><div align="center">HOW SOME CAN</div><div align="center">LOOK AT A</div><div align="center">LUMP OF COAL</div><div align="center">AND SEE THE</div><div align="center">DIAMOND</div><div align="center">SHINING BRIGHTLY</div><div align="center">WITHIN</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">WHILE</div><div align="center"> OTHERS SEE</div><div align="center">A</div><div align="center">DIAMOND</div><div align="center">AND ARE </div><div align="center">BLINDED BY IT'S</div><div align="center">BEAUTY</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">FORGETTING THE</div><div align="center">LUMP OF COAL</div><div align="center">FROM WHICH</div><div align="center">IT</div><div align="center">BEGAN</div><div align="center">*****************************************************************</div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div align="center">AUTHOR NOTE</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">THESE WORDS RAGED</div><div align="center">INTO MY BRAIN</div><div align="center">THEY DEMANDED A</div><div align="center">A SPOT, A PLACE</div><div align="center">ON MY</div><div align="center">PAGE</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">I TRIED TO DENY</div><div align="center">THEM</div><div align="center">FOR THESE WORDS</div><div align="center">I</div><div align="center">DON'T</div><div align="center">UNDERSTAND</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">AND SHUOLDN'T</div><div align="center">THE AUTHOR</div><div align="center">AT LEAST</div><div align="center">UNDERSTAND THE</div><div align="center">WORDS THAT</div><div align="center">POUR ON TO</div><div align="center">THEIR PAGE</div><div align="center">THROUGH THEIR </div><div align="center">OWN HAND???</div>Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01653264955550391921noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2353773359800739611.post-47691510697034386022010-10-02T20:54:00.005-04:002010-10-02T22:06:13.454-04:00LEGACY - AFTER THOUGHTS<div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirYUdwrw4nTLy70A1RtnCxsvwTv-Bmsl6rHZ-ATkjdDKSDFcynm3xnHd38pNz2VInsLIP9YqCtvm5jzXlwpR4lLe7RGVrxjB4Ckmn_yxio_8PvH4LX-41QKImr1YSGGm0yRkMzigFDEpBr/s1600/SAM+AN+JOE.bmp"><img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523617473134134994" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirYUdwrw4nTLy70A1RtnCxsvwTv-Bmsl6rHZ-ATkjdDKSDFcynm3xnHd38pNz2VInsLIP9YqCtvm5jzXlwpR4lLe7RGVrxjB4Ckmn_yxio_8PvH4LX-41QKImr1YSGGm0yRkMzigFDEpBr/s320/SAM+AN+JOE.bmp" /></a> As I was washing dishes this evening, my thoughts took flight, as my thoughts often do, while performing mundane chores (shades of Piers Anthony)<br /></div><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBWS7SfUznDXqTCd8rWN9Q_YmpR74BG6u0ytZSPRiOt2gDmIzMBWVK1nWcYQkOZ7WzSEXdOz3S0YzQtGmjjtQw1ka31w2LJOC20ptG3leydtizd_Eaqlj2Hfi3_edAZDvIG9Ja1hd3NUYZ/s1600/SAM+AN+JESS.bmp"><img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523617467978680626" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBWS7SfUznDXqTCd8rWN9Q_YmpR74BG6u0ytZSPRiOt2gDmIzMBWVK1nWcYQkOZ7WzSEXdOz3S0YzQtGmjjtQw1ka31w2LJOC20ptG3leydtizd_Eaqlj2Hfi3_edAZDvIG9Ja1hd3NUYZ/s320/SAM+AN+JESS.bmp" /></a> My mind turned to the lovely comments posted on my Blog post "Legacy" and how touched I felt that this person was not only kind enough to comment, but that she "got me". I do realize that to a lot of people I appear hard to understand, I coined a phrase that I feel suits me best "I am like a chameleon caught in a kaleidoscope" still working on that blog.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNNIr2UpJRaCScUYCYXFQm_6G0qNsJQweb8zzJYYx9soTDAXekZ763NPVDNgdOO0JJQtgGva5o4ygmvPDN_BwbB7AEwJ3bU9QpliGHV7e2ALcXndgpDMZO-AQV4GzQr8MRU209YId8rGoc/s1600/SAM+AN+GAB.bmp"><img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523617470392317810" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNNIr2UpJRaCScUYCYXFQm_6G0qNsJQweb8zzJYYx9soTDAXekZ763NPVDNgdOO0JJQtgGva5o4ygmvPDN_BwbB7AEwJ3bU9QpliGHV7e2ALcXndgpDMZO-AQV4GzQr8MRU209YId8rGoc/s320/SAM+AN+GAB.bmp" /></a> As my mind revisited her words I thought also of another kind woman whose visit and comments brought pleasure to me and how someday my child and grandchildren will one day view these also. It occurred to me that these and all future people who comment will become a part of this legacy I leave.<br /><br />I just wanted to say again Thank you, it makes me proud that my loved ones will one day find you as well and that I can be proud of the choices I made in the people whose words and lives I enjoy and admire.<br /><br />The pictures are of my 4 beauties, My daughter, her 4 year old twins, and my rose between the thorns who is 3. By the end of the year I will be blessed with another set of twin girls. </p><p> </p><p> </p>Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01653264955550391921noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2353773359800739611.post-3425680766190154502010-10-01T11:51:00.003-04:002010-10-01T12:06:08.228-04:00LEGACY<div align="center">MY WORDS</div><div align="center">*</div><div align="center">ARE NOT</div><div align="center">AND</div><div align="center">HAVE NEVER</div><div align="center">BEEN</div><div align="center">ABOUT YOU</div><div align="center">*</div><div align="center">THEY HAVE</div><div align="center">AND</div><div align="center">ALWAYS WILL BE</div><div align="center">ABOUT ME!</div><div align="center">*</div><div align="center">A</div><div align="center">SAFE HAVEN</div><div align="center">*</div><div align="center">A</div><div align="center">PLACE I CAN</div><div align="center">LAY</div><div align="center">MY HURTS</div><div align="center">MY ANGER</div><div align="center">TO REST</div><div align="center">*</div><div align="center">A</div><div align="center">PLACE TO SHARE</div><div align="center">MY JOY</div><div align="center">MY LOVE</div><div align="center">MY PEACE</div><div align="center">*</div><div align="center">SO IF YOU </div><div align="center">COME HERE</div><div align="center">TO RELIVE </div><div align="center">YOUR PAST</div><div align="center">*</div><div align="center">YOU WON'T</div><div align="center">FIND IT </div><div align="center">HERE</div><div align="center">*</div><div align="center">MY HOPE IS</div><div align="center">SOMEDAY</div><div align="center">MY DAUGHTER</div><div align="center">HER CHILDREN</div><div align="center">AND </div><div align="center">THEIRS</div><div align="center">*</div><div align="center">WHEN I</div><div align="center">HAVE</div><div align="center">BEEN LONG GONE</div><div align="center">*</div><div align="center">DEPARTED</div><div align="center">FROM THIS</div><div align="center">EARTH</div><div align="center">*</div><div align="center">THAT THEY</div><div align="center">WILL</div><div align="center">FIND ME HERE</div><div align="center">*</div><div align="center">MY LEGACY</div><div align="center">*</div><div align="center">MY WORDS</div><div align="center">**</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div>Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01653264955550391921noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2353773359800739611.post-62803862725097214642010-08-11T02:02:00.002-04:002010-08-11T02:15:56.204-04:00August 11, 2010<div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;">DREAM</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;">*</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;">*</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;">*</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;">I JUST AWOKE</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;">FROM A DREAM</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;">OF YOU</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;">*</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;">YOUR KISS</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;">STILL</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;">LINGERS ON</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;">MY LIPS</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;">*</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;">WE WERE YOUNG</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;">ONCE AGAIN</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;">LAUGHING, LOVING</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;">ENJOYING EACH</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;">OTHER</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;">*</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;">HOW STRANGE</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;">AFTER ALL</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;">THESE</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;">YEARS</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;">*</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;">ALL THE MEN</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;">I'VE KNOWN</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;">AND</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;">LOVED</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;">*</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;">YOURS IS THE</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;">ONLY</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;">SCENT</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;">I</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;">REMEMBER</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;">*</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;">THE ONLY</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;">KISS</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;">I CAN STILL</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;">TASTE</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;">*</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;">THE ONLY</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;">FACE</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;">I HAVE NOT</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;">FORGOTTEN</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;">*</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;">THE ONLY MAN</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;">I</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;">DREAM</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;">OF</span></div>Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01653264955550391921noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2353773359800739611.post-82992077567511155702010-07-26T22:03:00.002-04:002010-07-26T22:25:46.374-04:00EULOGY FOR THE LIVING<div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Bet you never thought</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">I'd get around to you!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">*</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">You are fixin to roar with</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">laughter if I know you</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">*</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">When this started</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">meandering through</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">my mind</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">*</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">My first thought was</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">why do we wait</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">to sing someones</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">praise?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">*</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Until we are reading</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">their eulogy</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">ready to put them in</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">their grave!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">*</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Sorry! </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">*</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">And no</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">you are not ready for</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">the grave.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">*</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">There's still my</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">sisters</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">honey-do list</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">and whatever</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">I can add</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">to increase your</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">days!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">*</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">I just don't want to be</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">one of those people</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">you see.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">*</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">I want to tell you</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">as I have</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">before</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">that you are a</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Brother-In-Law</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">*</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">I adore!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">*</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Not for the million </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">and one</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">things you've done</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">for my daughter</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">and me</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">*</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Not</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">for the patience you've</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">shown through</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">lifes trials and</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">tribulations</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">as children(Hers, yours and</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">does anyone else</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">want thems)</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">have grown</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">*</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">I want you to</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">know</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">*</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">You are a</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Brother-In-Law</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">to be adored</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">*</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">For the tears</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">you cried</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">*</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">The agony you</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">endured</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">*</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">When for that</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">brief moment in time</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">*</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">When</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">my sister died</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">and you did not</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">know how you</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">could have lived</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">without her</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">*</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">I will never forget</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">the love you felt</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">the relief you</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">had for</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;">*</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"> your wife </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;">*</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">your life</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">*</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">I love you</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">because you</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">are the man</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">who loves</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">my sister</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;">*</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">so much </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;">*</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">so well!.</span></div>Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01653264955550391921noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2353773359800739611.post-49930989635573713842010-07-23T21:24:00.003-04:002010-07-23T21:38:32.916-04:00TOILET PAPER<div align="center">As I was sitting there contemplating my options it came to me </div><div align="center">that life has a lot in common with my issues with the last roll of toilet paper.</div><div align="center">I watched it grow smaller, knowing I needed to buy more. I would go to the </div><div align="center">store, get distracted, buy toys and forget the toilet paper.</div><div align="center">*</div><div align="center">Now here I sit frantically searching, no one to blame but me, </div><div align="center">hoping that maybe this time, I really did hide a roll from myself, </div><div align="center">because I have been here before, but knowing I always think I will do </div><div align="center">better the next time.</div><div align="center">*</div><div align="center">So remember that like toilet paper we let life roll out always planning on </div><div align="center">making time later for what is important.</div><div align="center">*</div><div align="center">Like toilet paper we make plans and promises to others and ourselves, </div><div align="center">but get distracted and forget what is important.</div><div align="center">*</div><div align="center">Then when we are faced with the end we hope</div><div align="center"> we have some hidden time that we can use,</div><div align="center"> promising to do better, knowing we will forget. </div><div align="center">*</div><div align="center">This time I bought extra and hid it away!</div>Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01653264955550391921noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2353773359800739611.post-53635371963098348562010-07-23T21:00:00.003-04:002010-07-23T21:21:16.645-04:00CONVICTED<div align="center">CONVICTED</div><div align="center">*</div><div align="center">I've been convicted,</div><div align="center">found guilty</div><div align="center">without a trial!</div><div align="center">*</div><div align="center">No jury in sight</div><div align="center">I never even got </div><div align="center">to defend myself </div><div align="center">for you see</div><div align="center">I have no rights!</div><div align="center">*</div><div align="center">I have no right to</div><div align="center">a belief different than</div><div align="center">hers!</div><div align="center">*</div><div align="center">I have no right</div><div align="center">and how could I dare</div><div align="center">to be who I am</div><div align="center">just me!</div><div align="center">*</div><div align="center">Convicted</div><div align="center">Not for believing </div><div align="center">abortion is wrong</div><div align="center">*</div><div align="center">Convicted</div><div align="center">For not going along</div><div align="center">with all the others in her</div><div align="center">praise and defense!</div><div align="center">*</div><div align="center">I may be the one found guilty</div><div align="center">Convicted in this make</div><div align="center">believe court</div><div align="center">*</div><div align="center">But, it has NEVER been</div><div align="center">about her right</div><div align="center">to abort!</div><div align="center">*</div><div align="center">It has always been</div><div align="center">about my right to choose!</div><div align="center">*</div><div align="center">And I will be</div><div align="center">DAMNED</div><div align="center">before she <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">dictates</span> to me</div><div align="center">*</div><div align="center">And she will never</div><div align="center">hear my</div><div align="center">praise!</div><div align="center">*</div><div align="center">I stand convicted!</div><div align="center">My great crime.</div><div align="center">I won't take away </div><div align="center">the guilt she bears!</div><div align="center">*</div><div align="center">That's God's place</div><div align="center">not mine!</div><div align="center">*</div><div align="center">She made her choice and </div><div align="center"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">says</span> she fears not </div><div align="center">nor believes in</div><div align="center">My God!</div><div align="center">*</div><div align="center">So why is she</div><div align="center">afraid?</div><div align="center">*</div><div align="center">Why this great need for</div><div align="center">my praise?</div><div align="center">*</div><div align="center">Perhaps</div><div align="center">*</div><div align="center">she</div><div align="center">*</div><div align="center">fears</div><div align="center">*</div><div align="center">being</div><div align="center">*</div><div align="center">*</div><div align="center">CONVICTED!</div>Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01653264955550391921noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2353773359800739611.post-77835570689791905912010-07-17T14:45:00.000-04:002010-07-17T15:20:13.699-04:00LITTLE LION TAMER<div align="center">I will never forget<br />the scene that day<br />my child in the corner<br />her arms stretched wide<br />tears streaming down her face<br />and behind her two </div><div align="center">little twin girls<br />she was trying to hide!<br />*<br />The nursery worker (her lion)<br />had yelled and<br />made the babies cry.<br />*<br />So my sweet, brave child<br />at the age of two<br />faced down this lion<br />and would not<br />let her through!<br /><br />They came and got me<br />out of church service<br />that day, for they<br />did not know what<br />to do<br />*<br />Some parents worry<br />their children will not</div><div align="center">live up to<br />their hopes and dreams.<br />*<br />I worried too!<br />That I<br />would not be<br />worthy<br />of a child like<br />you!</div>Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01653264955550391921noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2353773359800739611.post-33043642733679024402010-07-17T09:56:00.000-04:002010-07-17T10:18:48.150-04:00CASHMIRE BOUQUET<div align="center"><a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vYmxvZ3MubXlzcGFjZS5jb20vTW9kdWxlcy9Db21tb24vUGFnZXMv"></a>It's funny how thoughts and smells </div><div align="center">twine together bringing moments </div><div align="center">of joy into our lives.</div><div align="center">* </div><div align="center"> I remember as a young child </div><div align="center">my mother boiling water on</div><div align="center"> an old wood stove</div><div align="center"> in my grandmothers kitchen </div><div align="center">and the metal tub waiting </div><div align="center">to be filled with </div><div align="center">children and laughter.</div><div align="center">*</div><div align="center">My grandmother always had</div><div align="center"> these little bars of the</div><div align="center"> sweetest smelling soap</div><div align="center"> Cashmire Bouquet. </div><div align="center">*</div><div align="center">They came in a plastic bag</div><div align="center"> and we would get </div><div align="center">to pick one out </div><div align="center">for our bath. </div><div align="center">*</div><div align="center"> I still love to hold</div><div align="center"> a bar of this soap</div><div align="center"> to my nose</div><div align="center"> and smell it </div><div align="center">reminding me </div><div align="center">of those precious </div><div align="center">moments frozen </div><div align="center">in time.</div><div align="center">*</div><div align="center">These sweet memories </div><div align="center">remind me that we all choose </div><div align="center">how we view our world.</div><div align="center">*</div><div align="center">We can hold on to </div><div align="center">the bitterness, </div><div align="center">remembering only </div><div align="center">the pain </div><div align="center">and sorrow</div><div align="center">*</div><div align="center"> or </div><div align="center">*</div><div align="center">Choose the </div><div align="center">sweet memories </div><div align="center">that bring a </div><div align="center">smile of joy </div><div align="center">to our face. </div><div align="center">*</div><div align="center">It saddens me </div><div align="center">when I see loved ones and strangers</div><div align="center"> who choose to live in the past. </div><div align="center">*</div><div align="center">People who choose </div><div align="center">to feed off </div><div align="center">all the old hurts and pains</div><div align="center"> instead of choosing </div><div align="center">to remember </div><div align="center">the sweet moments of joy.</div><div align="center">*</div><div align="center">It saddens me when people choose </div><div align="center">to blame others for </div><div align="center">the sadness in their lives, </div><div align="center">never realizing </div><div align="center">that they have chosen </div><div align="center">the path of their lives </div><div align="center">and only they can choose</div><div align="center"> to find joy. </div><div align="center">*</div><div align="center">It is not easy to let go,</div><div align="center"> but some people </div><div align="center">seem to wear </div><div align="center">their hurts and pains with pride, </div><div align="center">bragging on who </div><div align="center">has suffered the most. </div><div align="center">*</div><div align="center"> Maybe </div><div align="center">this is where </div><div align="center">they find their joy, </div><div align="center">what brings happiness to them, </div><div align="center"> maybe </div><div align="center">that is all the joy they expect</div><div align="center"> or want out of life.</div><div align="center">*</div><div align="center">When I was young</div><div align="center"> I thought </div><div align="center">being an adult meant</div><div align="center"> following my own rules, </div><div align="center">never having to live </div><div align="center">by someone elses choices. </div><div align="center">*</div><div align="center">As an adult I learned </div><div align="center">there were different rules </div><div align="center">and not only did I have to choose</div><div align="center"> to follow these rules </div><div align="center">but</div><div align="center"> I had to accept</div><div align="center">that</div><div align="center">choosing not to follow them </div><div align="center">was a choice I made</div><div align="center"> and any price to be paid</div><div align="center"> was mine to pay. </div><div align="center">*</div><div align="center">So I learned to ask myself </div><div align="center">can I live with this choice</div><div align="center"> and where it leads?</div><div align="center">*</div><div align="center">It has taken me a long time </div><div align="center">to learn </div><div align="center">and sometimes I still forget</div><div align="center"> that </div><div align="center">my joy </div><div align="center">has never been </div><div align="center">anyones choice</div><div align="center"> but my own. </div><div align="center">*</div><div align="center">I will never be able</div><div align="center"> to make choices </div><div align="center">for others, </div><div align="center">though sometimes </div><div align="center">I wish I could. </div><div align="center">*</div><div align="center">But it is my choice </div><div align="center">how others decisions,</div><div align="center"> rules and choices</div><div align="center"> affect my life. </div><div align="center">*</div><div align="center"> I can choose </div><div align="center">to hold on to</div><div align="center"> the past, </div><div align="center">to my anger and hurt. </div><div align="center">*</div><div align="center"> I can choose </div><div align="center">to blame others </div><div align="center">for all of my lifes</div><div align="center"> problems and troubles.</div><div align="center">*</div><div align="center">OR</div><div align="center">*</div><div align="center">I can choose</div><div align="center"> to pick up a bar </div><div align="center">of sweet smelling soap </div><div align="center">and remember</div><div align="center"> that frozen moment</div><div align="center"> in time.</div><div align="center">*</div><div align="center">Your joy</div><div align="center"> is just that </div><div align="center">"Yours" </div><div align="center">If you choose </div><div align="center">not to embrace it </div><div align="center">then at least </div><div align="center">be honest enough </div><div align="center">with yourself </div><div align="center">to recognize it is your choice!!!</div><div align="center">*</div><div align="center">*</div><div align="center">*</div><div align="center">I hope you find your bar of soap.</div><div align="center">*</div><div align="center">Love </div><div align="center">Karen</div>Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01653264955550391921noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2353773359800739611.post-21674484465953764452010-07-17T09:18:00.000-04:002010-07-17T09:45:03.698-04:00FULL BLAST (FOR KEITH, MAY YOU STILL BE RIDING THE NIGHT WIND<div align="center">FULL BLAST</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">I will never forget the</div><div align="center">night we met</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">The peacock feather</div><div align="center">stuck in your </div><div align="center">cowboy hat</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">It swept the floor</div><div align="center">to the heels </div><div align="center">of the</div><div align="center">gator boots </div><div align="center">you wore</div><div align="center">boots that</div><div align="center">suited you</div><div align="center">so well</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">I'm so glad</div><div align="center"> I did not</div><div align="center">make a run</div><div align="center"> for the</div><div align="center">door</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">You asked me to dance</div><div align="center">and when I declined</div><div align="center">You told me you</div><div align="center">had moves that </div><div align="center">would</div><div align="center">make mine shine</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">You asked me if</div><div align="center"> I would care to go </div><div align="center">for a spin just up the road</div><div align="center">to this out of the way den</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">When we got to your car</div><div align="center">and I'm being generous there</div><div align="center">I was a little concerned</div><div align="center">when you had no reverse</div><div align="center"> You stuck your foot out </div><div align="center">and pushed</div><div align="center">your car back,</div><div align="center"> out of your parking spot</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">I was young, </div><div align="center">wild and free</div><div align="center">and did not become</div><div align="center">alarmed until you </div><div align="center">explained to me </div><div align="center">about your brakes!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> Somehow </div><div align="center">by God's sweet grace</div><div align="center">I'm sure</div><div align="center">We made it to Orla Vista</div><div align="center">and Orange Counties</div><div align="center">most notorious bar</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">I've got to pause here</div><div align="center">as the tears stream</div><div align="center">down my face</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Because I am reminded</div><div align="center">I love you still</div><div align="center">today </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">I will never forget</div><div align="center">or regret</div><div align="center">one moment of our</div><div align="center">time together</div><div align="center"> the love and laughter we shared</div><div align="center">*</div><div align="center">Just the other day</div><div align="center">I saw a young man</div><div align="center">trying to impress</div><div align="center">he popped a wheelie </div><div align="center">out in</div><div align="center">the grass</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">*</div><div align="center">All I could think</div><div align="center">of to say</div><div align="center">was</div><div align="center">*</div><div align="center">I'm not impressed</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">*</div><div align="center">For you see</div><div align="center">*</div><div align="center">I have rode the</div><div align="center">night sky</div><div align="center">Tasted the wind</div><div align="center">on the back</div><div align="center">of a bike</div><div align="center">doing 110</div><div align="center">*</div><div align="center">Front wheel held high</div><div align="center"> in the air</div><div align="center">tearing down the </div><div align="center">highway </div><div align="center">screaming</div><div align="center">in joy and fear</div><div align="center">*</div><div align="center">Clinging to the back </div><div align="center">of a man</div><div align="center">running</div><div align="center">*</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Full Blast!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">*</div><div align="center">All my love still</div><div align="center">Keith</div><div align="center">No regrets!</div><div align="center">*</div><div align="center">Just memories of</div><div align="center"> a man </div><div align="center">I could never resist</div><div align="center"> and I will neverforget</div><div align="center">*</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">A man who knew </div><div align="center">how to live, laugh </div><div align="center">and most of all</div><div align="center">Love, </div><div align="center">*<br />*</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Full Blast</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">*</div><div align="center">May you still be riding the night wind!</div><div align="center">*<br />*<br />*<br />SOMEDAY</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">This has been running around my brain </div><div align="center">since I learned last year </div><div align="center">that the someday I hoped for </div><div align="center">would never be here.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">I did not want to face the pain, </div><div align="center"> But I have no regrets </div><div align="center">about the choices I made. </div><div align="center">Only sadness for the somedays </div><div align="center">we will never have </div><div align="center">and joy for the time we spent.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">I chose to write this today</div><div align="center"> for anyone out there</div><div align="center"> waiting </div><div align="center">for their somedays, </div><div align="center">that may never come!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">To ask them, when it's to late </div><div align="center">and your somedays </div><div align="center">have all come and gone, </div><div align="center">will you be able to look back </div><div align="center">with no regrets </div><div align="center">at the choices you made? </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> For the somedays you put off, </div><div align="center">for the time never spent?</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Or, will you look back only to find, </div><div align="center">that the choices you made, </div><div align="center">the time you spent was just to</div><div align="center"> survive and you never learned to live?</div>Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01653264955550391921noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2353773359800739611.post-1657016148597523342010-07-17T08:21:00.000-04:002010-07-17T15:29:36.795-04:00<div align="center"><br />SMARTY BRITCHES</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">We came up with</div><div align="center">a great idea</div><div align="center">today</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">My brilliant</div><div align="center"> child and I</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">A way for me to</div><div align="center">remember</div><div align="center">the things </div><div align="center">I so often</div><div align="center">forget</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">She will make a list</div><div align="center">writing it on my</div><div align="center">forehead and arms</div><div align="center">perhaps needing my legs</div><div align="center">for this great list</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Asking anyone who</div><div align="center">reads it to</div><div align="center">remind me of</div><div align="center">the things </div><div align="center">I always</div><div align="center">forget</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">HAH!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">THAT'S WHAT YOU GET</div><div align="center">MISS SMARTY BRITCHES</div><div align="center">CHILD OF MINE</div><div align="center">FOR MAKING FUN</div><div align="center">OF THIS POOR, OLD,</div><div align="center">MIND OF MINE</div>Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01653264955550391921noreply@blogger.com0